Page 127 of By His Vow
“You know, you still didn’t tell me that I looked good tonight,” I tease, remembering our conversation from earlier.
Her attention makes my face heat as I focus on the road ahead.
“I’m pretty sure your ego is already inflated enough. You don’t need me making it any bigger.”
“But you think I look hot?”
She sighs. “Yes, Kingston. You look hot in a dinner suit.”
“Now was that so hard to confess?”
She thinks for a moment, refusing to answer.
“How long are we driving for?”
“Get comfortable,” is the only answer I give.
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TATUM
Iawake with a start. My heart is racing, my skin is clammy, and between my legs throbs.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as I press my face into the pillow.
There is only one man’s face in my mind, and from the way my body is singing, I know exactly what I was dreaming.
Stupid, traitorous body.
We hate him, remember? I silently fume at myself.
I draw in a deep, hopefully calming breath, but the scent that fills my nose isn’t familiar.
I sit up quickly and look around. It’s dark. So dark I can barely see anything. But it’s enough to confirm that I don’t know where I am.
Reaching out, I find the other side of the bed empty.
What the fuck is going on?
The last thing I remember was being in Kingston’s fancy-ass car.
I vaguely remember my eyes getting heavy as the gentle purr of his engine lulled me to slumber.
Surely, I didn’t fall asleep so hard that I have no memory of getting in here?
Oh my god. I lift my hand to discover what I’m wearing.
A t-shirt and…
Fucking hell.
My heart continues to race but for an entirely different reason from when I first woke.
Not willing to sit here in the dark, silently freaking out, I slide my hand toward what I hope is a nightstand and possibly a lamp.
I feel around until I find it, and to my relief, soft light fills the room.
“Oh my god,” I breathe. The bedroom is stunning. It’s all cream and gold and soft fabrics.